Straddled

" Your leader?" Bree raised her brow as she looked at the nymphs who nodded while silently resting on the side of the bathtub.

" Yes, our leader," affirmed one of them as she swam towards Bree as elegantly as possible. " Our leader, the Mistress of the nymphs. She is the only one who can give us the permission to use our powers to the maximum." 

" And the territory of orcs will definitely need us to vitalise our powers to the maximum—— dirty, poopy things they are," gagged another one before flicking her hair and planting a hand on her chest as she dry heaved, her friend hurried over to pat her on the back.